Silk Ropes

I spin, spin, spin and I weave, weave, weave. But you’re still trapped in my silk with me.
You can’t escape, we can’t escape. There is no destroying my work.
You try to leave but wouldn’t you know? You’re stuck with me and I’m stuck with you.
The webs we’ve weaved cannot be undone.

Why would we want it undone? You work and we flee, the chase is the most fun.
And when the day is over, we’ll lie at your feet.
Please cradle us. Keep us tight and snug and close to you.
We squirm for you, we cry out to you.
Mother Spider, you’re gentle with us.
Mother Spider, you protect us.
Mother Spider, what do you say?

Oh, little ones. Hush now.
I’ll weave and feed and you’ll do as I say. Slapped with praises, forever will you stay.
My beautiful ones, draped in fine whites, stick with me. You’re a part of me anyways.
Captured in the milky film, my netted little creatures,
I’ll be forced to reconcile my nature if you ever leave.